Biker Beta And His DirTy little LUNA のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Dom I pulled her back toward me, making sure she was arched, her chest pressed against the grey sheets and her hair spilling over her shoulders like a waterfall. I looked at her from behind. She was perfect. She was a mess of sweat and shivering skin. Funny how I was a man who had spent his life following orders, but right now, the only law I cared about was the one written in the heat of her body. I drove back into her. "Ah! God! Dom!" The sound she made was raw. It was a scream that started deep in her throat and ended in a broken sob. I wasn't being gentle. I didn't want to be. I wanted to be the storm that finally woke her up. I hammered into her, my pace fast and punishing. Every thrust was a statement. I reached forward, my hand tangling in her hair. I didn't pull hard enough to hurt, but I pulled enough to force her head back, making her look at me over her shoulder. Her amber eyes were blown wide, glowing like twin suns in the dark room. "You wanted this, didn't you, p

Julian I grabbed his chin, ignoring the sting in my skin from the resonating slap he had just given me, and forced him to look at me. "Listen to me!” I screamed.“Fucking listen to me!” I was breathing hard now. “I swear to you, Zee, I haven't touched her like that in months. I have said this over and over and over. Her body repulses me. Every time I have to hold her hand, I feel like I'm touching a corpse. The scent of her makes my stomach turn. I only want you. I want to wake up with you by my side without having to sneak out like a thief. I want to spend the millions we’ve tucked away with you, not her.”Zee’s expression softened, more like the anger vanished, a small, triumphant smile playing on his lips. "I love you, Julian,” he whispered. “But I’m tired of waiting. I’m tired of being your 'secret' while that pig wears the royal gold."He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Why not just kill her? One clean accident. A fall. A rogue wolf. It’s so simple. She dies, we win

Diane The sun was a cruel intruder. A thin, sharp beam of light cut through the small, high window of the room, hitting me right in the eyes. I groaned, trying to pull the heavy grey blanket over my head, but the moment I moved, my body screamed. It was a deep, heavy ache. It started in my lower back and radiated down to my thighs. It wasn't the kind of pain that made you want to cry but also, it was the kind that made you want to smirk. Every muscle I owned felt used, stretched, and thoroughly claimed. As the fog of sleep cleared, the memories of the night before came rushing back in vivid, high-definition flashes. Dom’s hands on my hips. The sound of the bed frame hitting the wall. The raw, guttural way he had called me "Little Bird" while he broke every rule in the palace. It was pleasant. No, it had been more than that. It had been the first time I felt truly alive in weeks. That is… after the last time with him. I smiled. a small satisfying smile. I rolled over, my hand re

Dom The door clicked shut, and the silence that followed was heavy. I sat back down on the bed, the smell of Diane’s perfume still hanging in the air. My skin still felt electric where she had touched me. I know. This wasn't my plan either. But I knew what I had asked for. It may not align with everything that I personally had in mind, but it was what I thought was the best for her. Best for her? I couldn't even recall when I started thinking of what was best for her. But I was here to protect her. So… yes. The best for her. Julian was a monster. To her. And for sure to a lot of people outside. If a man was cruel enough to drug his wife, drag her seat, and her official position in the pack with her… Wanting to make her crazy and totally unfit for pack affairs, then that man sure was capable of doing anything and everything. He looked calm outside. Played his part very well, which was commendable. But now, even though I had my own deals, plans, and goals here, I still wanted

DianeI sat on the edge of my large, lonely bed, the silk of my robe feeling cold against my skin. My mind was a storm. I couldn't stop thinking about what Dom had asked of me.Get back into the office. Take back your power.Who makes a request like that? I had expected him to ask for money, or for me to help him get a higher rank, or even for us to keep sneaking into his room. But he didn't want my body or my gold. He wanted me to start leading again?I leaned back against the pillows, staring at the ceiling. For months, I had been a ghost. Julian had handled everything. Every meeting, every trade deal, every pack law—he had handled it solo so that I didn't even realize I was gone.“Rest, Diane. You aren’t feeling well. Let me handle the stress,” he would always say, and of course,I had let him.But then again, another section of my brain was still thinking, not settled. I started to wonder. Did he really have everything sorted out? Or was he just hiding the mess? My mind flashed ba